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CHAPTER 28

ZANDER

Walking back through Sienna’s front door suddenly seemed like the easiest decision in the world. With her in my arms, everything feels right again—whole, complete, crystal clear.

There is no other reason but her.

No other purpose.

Football is a dream, but she’s my soul.

I can’t enjoy any of it without her, and so I walked through her door with one intention.

Whether I deserve to be here or not is another question. For now, all I can do is assure her how much I love her. How I’d choose her any day of the week… the way I should have done before I left for Kelsey U.

“I love you,” she whimpers back, her words more like soft cries. I can feel the tears skimming down her cheeks. Kissing them away, I nibble my lips across her skin, walking her around the couch in search of a room.

I need her beneath me, splayed out on a bed.

I need to worship her gorgeous body, remind myself of all her sweet spots, send her over the edge the way I used to.

“Right, right, right,” Sienna directs me in desperate whispers.

I veer right, lightly banging into the doorframe. “Sorry. Are you okay?”

She giggles and keeps kissing me, her tongue lashing mine like she can’t get enough. I pause in the hallway, pressing her back against the wall so I can take my time, slow down the kiss and soak her in. She’s my oxygen right now, and I drink from her, cupping the side of her head and exploring her mouth the way I used to.

Her fingers curl into my T-shirt, fisting the fabric as her hips buck against mine. Her wanton need is a fucking huge turn-on, and I relish it, grinding her against the wall and loving her mewling whimper.

“I want you so bad, baby,” she softly cries against my cheek. “Take me to bed or lose me forever.”

“ Top Gun ,” I whisper before parting her lips with my tongue again.

Her hips buck against me once more, and I obey her silent command, pulling her away from the wall and stumbling down the hallway.

“This one.” She tips her head toward an open doorway, and I move through it, licking her neck and nibbling my way to her ear.

I suck her lobe into my mouth, and she lets out a sexy moan just before I drop her onto the bed.

I can’t see shit in this dark room, and that’s not gonna fly. I want to watch her body writhe and move beneath mine.

Crawling over her, I reach out in search of a little light and wrestle with the lamp switch until it pops on and the room is bathed in a soft glow.

I take a minute to glance around, loving the row of soft toys along the floor, the clutter of shoes that have yet to be put away. Glancing over my shoulder, I spot a set of drawers, jewelry scattered along the top as well as photos of her parents and Zoey.

I turn back to smile down at her. “Nice room.”

She grins. “Just kiss me already.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Fisting my shirt, she pulls me back on top of her. I can taste her hunger, that urgent need, but I can’t go rushing this. She’s in my arms again—something I’ve wanted for years. I can’t go treating her like any other hookup.

“Slow down,” I whisper against her neck when she starts tugging at my sweats.

“Slow down?” She leans away with an incredulous look. “I haven’t had sex in three years, and you want me to slow down?”

I pause, curling my hand around her frantic fingers to stop her. She hasn’t had sex since… me? The idea is humbling and makes me wish upon every star in the fucking sky that I could say the same thing.

She’s only ever been mine.

I’m the only guy to ever touch her this way, and…

Brushing my fingers lightly down her cheek, I trace her face and whisper, “I love you.”

She swallows, her blue eyes so big and vulnerable right now.

“I want to savor you. This can’t be a blind rush to the finish for me. I need… it has to be different.”

I don’t know if she gets what I’m saying. That every other girl I’ve been with has never made me feel the way she does. That all the sex I’ve had since leaving her has either been a robotic release or a drunken mess.

I want to be fully present for this. I want to give her everything.

Her hands drop away from my sweats. She’s not tugging at the waistband anymore, and for a second, I worry that she’s about to roll away and tell me to go.

But then her teeth skim over her bottom lip and she slowly unzips the front of her onesie. I sit back and watch with a smile as Tigger is sliced down the middle to reveal a skimpy pair of boxer shorts and a shoestring tank that, holy fuck, is the epitome of cute and sexy.

Helping her slide the orange fabric off her arms and down her body, I trail my fingers over the freshly exposed skin, lightly tickling her thighs as I work my way back up her body and nuzzle the cute Tweety Bird who’s giving me attitude on the front of her pajama top.

I can’t wait to whip this thing off and taste the goodies, but I’m savoring right now. I’m watching, admiring, drinking her in.

Raising her hands above her head, she lightly grips the bedpost above her and purrs, “You want to savor me?”

Holy shit, I love this woman so fucking much.

Her eyes sparkle, but then her teeth are soon pinching her bottom lip, and she’s tugging the bottom of her top down with a nervous titter. “My body’s changed a little. It’s not as… I’ve got stretch marks and…”

With wrinkled eyebrows, she shifts uncomfortably, her eyes darting to the lamp like she’s thinking of turning it off.

“No way, Sparks. The light stays on.” Lightly taking her wrists, I guide her hands back up to grab the bedpost again before trailing my fingers over her exposed arm, then slowly pushing her shirt up. Tweety’s face gets wrinkled as I concertina him away so I can gaze down at Sienna’s perfect tits. Oh man, I’ve missed them.

Trailing my fingers lightly around each of them, I run my thumb across her nipples and enjoy her little shudder.

“So beautiful,” I whisper, skimming my knuckles down her torso before painting a circle around her belly button. “I need to see your body, baby. I’ve missed it.”

Her eyes start to glisten as she sniffs and nods. “I’ve missed yours too.”

My throat clogs with an emotion so thick I can’t speak. All I can do is show her how much I mean what I’m saying.

Reaching behind my head, I grip the back of my shirt and pull it off, throwing it to the side. She reaches for me, her eyes bright with hunger as she trails her fingers down my ridges. It tickles, but I let her explore for a second, loving the look on her face right now.

Talk about feeling admired.

When she licks her lips like a lioness about to pounce, I grab her hands and lift them over her head again. Gently forcing her fingers around that bedpost, I silently tell her to hold on before giving her a playfully wicked grin, then start to work my way down her body.

As much as I want to tear her clothes off, I take it slow. It’s a sweet torture as I nudge the straps off her shoulders, licking a path up her neck before sucking her chin and working my way back down between her collarbones.

Her whimper is delicious .

I smile against her skin, nibbling a line between her breasts before pulling the shirt over her head. She flicks her hair out of the way while I push Tweety to the floor, then run the tip of my nose across the curve of her breast before sucking her beaded nipple into my mouth.

Her groan is the sweetest music, and I draw out that luscious sound, teasing her nipple with my tongue while lightly pinching the other between my thumb and forefinger. She starts to pant, her chest heaving already, and I’m loving every fucking second of this.

She grips the bedpost above her, her arms shaking as I gruffly tell her, “Don’t let go, baby.”

Undressing her this slowly is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. It’s taking all my willpower not to pounce and plunge, but I hold out. I fight the animalistic urge inside me, and I trail my tongue down her body, dipping it into her belly button before tracing the faint stretch marks beneath. I don’t know what she’s worried about. She’s still the sexiest woman I know, and I tell her so before cinching the waistband of her pajama bottoms with my teeth.

She groans and starts pleading, “Yes. Please, yes.”

I glance up and her eyes are on me, that blue gaze so intense and needy that I let out a soft growl and tug her pants down. She giggles, lifting her hips and letting go of the bedpost to help me out.

“Keep holding on to that, Sparks. It’s sexy as fuck.”

“I can’t,” she whimpers. “I need to touch you.”

Plunging her fingers into my hair, she fists the back as I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue.

Oh fuck, she tastes good.

Her hips buck and I slip my hands under her perfect ass, giving it a squeeze as I lick, taste, and explore the oasis between her legs.

My cock is straining for release, and when she starts frantically scrambling to tug my pants off, I kneel back and let her. As soon as my sweats are past my ass cheeks, she dives into my boxer briefs and wraps her fingers around my length.

I tip my head back with a moan, loving her hands on me. She sits up, nudging my boxers down with her free hand.

“I need you naked. Like stat.” She starts kicking the pajama bottoms off her feet and I help her out, throwing them over my shoulder before nudging my jeans and underwear off.

Gazing down at my erection, she licks her lips before biting her bottom lip and looking sexy as hell. She leans forward to suck me off, but I lightly push her shoulders back.

“No way. It’s my turn first.”

She lands on her pillow with a light thump, and I wrap her fingers back around that bedpost before parting her legs. I tease her folds open while her eyes slide shut. She tips her head back with the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, and I nudge my middle finger inside her.

More sexy-ass groaning ensues, and I suck her erect nipples and finger her, teasing her clit with my thumb before moving back down her body and pressing my tongue against her most sensitive spot.

She jerks and bucks on the bed and I smile against her clit, loving the way she’s riding my finger. Sliding my index finger inside her as well, I enjoy her ecstasy—her little pants and squeaks, followed by guttural groans that make my dick even harder.

She’s so soft and warm, so open and trusting.

I want to honor that trust. I want to send her over the edge, and I’ll dive straight after her, catching her, protecting her, loving her with everything I have.

Sucking her clit between my lips when she arches her back, I enjoy her high-pitched gasps. She’s close. She’s so fucking close.

“Come for me, baby.”

Another groan rockets out of her, and she grips those bedposts like she’s about to snap them. Plunging my fingers even deeper, I press my tongue against her clit, licking fast and quick until she’s splintering in my arms.

I hold her hips when she bucks and writhes, her hands dropping to my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

I love her. I love her so fucking much.

Supporting her hips as she glides back down from her high, I smile at her, my lips stretched wide when she opens her eyes. There’s a glazed quality to them that makes my dick twitch, and I want to plunge inside her right now. I want to take her hard and fast and… I also want to ride her slow. I want to make this last the whole fucking night.

Her giggle is soft and low as she reaches for my dick. “That was incredible.”

Wrapping her fingers around me, I start to make my own music, a groan reverberating in my throat when she pumps me.

“You feel bigger than last time.” She skims her thumb over my head, her nose scrunching in that adorable way I love. “Is that possible?”

“Maybe.” I grin down at her, tracing my finger between her breasts. “I think you’re bigger too. Don’t we keep growing until we’re in our early twenties or something?”

Her eyes travel over my chest and torso, her lips curling up at the corners. “You definitely have. Look at you. You’re like a Greek god.”

A low laugh rumbles in my chest but is soon cut off by her sultry smile and simple words.

“And you’re all mine.”

“Yeah,” I rasp, hoping my expression is serious enough. “I am yours. Only yours.”

The smile on her face is the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen, and that level of trust I’m gazing at right now is so humbling I want to cry.

“I’m sorry I broke us.” My voice quakes, and I can’t believe I’m going here when her fingers are wrapped around my pulsing dick. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I should be reveling in the pleasure, but all I can see is her glistening gaze. All I can feel is regret that I lost three years with her.

“Shhhh.” She rises to her knees, wrapping her fingers around the back of my neck and pulling me close. “Shhhh,” she whispers against my skin before kissing me deep, her tongue sweeping across mine like a slow promise.

My hand automatically curves around her back, pulling her against me until we’re nothing but skin on skin. I need to be inside her. I need to join our bodies completely.

Dropping to my butt, I hitch her onto my lap and rub my cock against her folds.

Her teeth lightly brush my shoulder as she shudders in my arms, her fingers digging into my neck and back while I line us up.

My tip is poised at her entrance, my heart thrumming as I squeeze her ass, ready to plunge into her…

But then she breaks my heart and whispers, “Wait, wait, wait. Stop.”